The chaos among the audience made the opera house seethe for a moment, making it hard to imagine that everyone present was part of a high-class concert.
"Ladies and gentlemen wishing to return to their original species, please assemble your skeletal structure in your seats or activate your resurrection device. The opera house's soul restoration magic allows your spirit to retain a certain degree of recyclability. Please refrain from making noise, stay in your original spot, and if you still experience cognitive difficulties with your ghostly form, we will provide an assistant for your resurrection."
An ethereal figure circled the ceiling of the opera house, his voice deep and sonorous, imbued with a reassuring calm. Lyle had learned that this was Mr. Moles, one of the leaders of the opera house, an artist and an administrator.
